The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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True life is elsewhere.
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The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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